Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.